The first time making love

"I've come to see Mr. Balmoral," she said to the old man as she approached the register. Her voice was steadier that she had thought possible. She had been seeking Norman all day.

"He’s in the back office. Whom may I say is calling?" He looked at her with suspicion.

"Miss Limerick."

The old man walked to the back of the store and disappeared around a corner. Agnes meandered around the store, noticing counters of cold medications, magazines, restoratives for the elderly, grooming supplies for men, toothpastes, shampoos, even a wall shelved with row upon row of books. She pretended to be unconcerned, wistful, and even careless; but underneath it all, her nerves were a shattered wreck.

"Agnes!"

It was Norman, directly behind her, smiling.

"What a surprise it is to see you here! Agnes, I’ve been tending to the books this week and they’re an absolute mess, so I spent the afternoon here. Mr. Soltham, we will see you on Monday, I trust? I can manage things from here."

"Yes, of course, sir," the old man said, standing there plaintively. Agnes felt that the older man did not want to leave them alone. A chaperone, perhaps?

"That’s all, Mr. Soltham, you may go," prodded Norman. The older man left reluctantly, and with much delay. Awaiting his departure, Norman showed her around the store. Agnes just wanted to be alone with him; his voice and his sure and steady walk were intoxicating to her.

When he was finally gone, she said to Norman, "I missed seeing you; it’s been almost two weeks."

"Yes, I know. I’m sorry about that. I just couldn’t, Agnes. I just couldn’t bring myself to see you. I was so ashamed."

"Ashamed, what have you to be ashamed about?"

"Not working, losing my job, losing my temper at the office. Did you walk all the way here? We need to warm you up!"

And with that, he took her hands in his, rubbed them briskly, and then more slowly. He fondled them, one finger at a time; he lifted her left hand to his lips and kissed it. The warmth of his kiss electrified Agnes and she felt the warmth fly to every recess of her body. Norman continued kissing the left hand; to her surprise, he began to suck on her fingers. The sensation that came over Agnes overwhelmed her with power; she did not know that she could feel this way. Their eyes met with a sly look from the corner of Norman’s eyes; instantly, their lips met in a passionate embrace.

This kiss was unlike either of the previous two. Those kisses had been gentlemanly, courtly kisses that were respectful toward her. This was very different. This kiss was urgent, vital, and pressing; it signaled an unsatisfied need in Norman that, his lips told her, only Agnes could satisfy. Soon his body was thrusting toward hers and she felt a hardness pressing into her thighs. She found herself kissing him back, just as urgently, swept away by the rising passion between the two of them.

"I've missed you so, beautiful girl," he moaned to her, pulling her face toward his. "I love you so much and I need you, Agnes. Come with me now, my love."

He kissed her again, passionately and savagely, then broke free; he quickly locked the front door from the inside. Coming back, he grabbed Agnes by the hand and led her to the back office, closing the door behind them.